I do know a lot of people from Paris. Nobody likes them. They are told to be stuck up, full of themselves, especially women. Everybody says so, it is incredible, even the fellow French. Nobody likes them. Well, except for me. What I like is attitude. And, surely, these people have a lot of it. I find it amazing going through daily struggles of attitude full people just to enter the metro. They are looking through you while stepping on your shoe and hitting you in the passing with their huge groceries bag. And they act like nothing happened while you turn around red faced and angry. That's the trick. Never get angry. Just put a nice forgiving face and plan a revenge.
This kind of an attitude creating comes handy once in a while, because I think that living in Paris could transform me into one of the ruthless Parisians with a ton of courage, self esteem and nerve. I could just imagine myself bitching about everything in a polite, well brought-up manner and cursing through my teeth while giving the most welcoming smile.
Of course, we went to the theatre as well. In London, we saw two productions, both of them were classical and big. Here, we went to the theatre "Cafe de la Gare", a tiny one, packed with lots of books and ancient objects, and saw a wonderful humour peace picturing everyday life.
I was asked which city do I like better? It is hard to imagine that someone would even ask me that question three years ago, when it wasn't in my wildest dreams that I could visit them both regularly and actually compare them.
London is beautiful, I loved the fish and chips, the bridge, the evening dates, and everything else. Paris is crazy, lots of people pretending you are not there, stepping on you and being rude at it. When you go to the Info stand, they just say "upstairs on the right", you say thank you, drag your suitcase battling through the crowd and then find there is nothing upstairs on the right, and peacefully cursing through your teeth go down and ask other tourists where you could buy a metro ticket, where they shake their heads and you all become a great lost group wondering an eternity through the underground of Paris, while you could be wondering outside, sightseeing on the way. Made me think...
But, still Paris is in my heart. I don't know why😎. Of I'll go enjoy my last day in hopefully climbing that Eiffel Tower that I didn't do last two times.
Third time's the charm, and we know Paris has a lot of charm...
Even got to see the Louvre while running through the crowds of tourists. Ahhh, spring....
There you go, see some more of the pictures:
That is a cup of gourmet coffee, apparently. :) lucky me.
Paris is lovely, isn't it?
Kisses for now.
